Finn's mouth shut and his eyes widened as he watched a bird, a hundred feet away, fall out of the sky. Its feathers were floating around it and in his mind; he could hear it hit the ground with a sickening splat. He flinched a little when it did, a concerned look popping onto his face as he sat up and climbed over Olivia to see out the window. "Finn, no! Stay in your own seat," she objected, an annoyed frown on her face.

Phineas frowned and sat back down in his seat, narrowing his eyes at her. She looked out of the corner of her eyes and shot his irritated look right back at him, though he quickly faltered. He wouldn't say it, but those heterochromic eyes of her melted him. He could see her true self inside of them, and it excited his heart when he was able to look directly into them. Unfortunately, it was only a premonition. It was like he was trying to find something he had lost, and he was sure he had left it in a certain place, but it wasn't there anymore. The mindset of urgency took over his mind, because seeing her true personality only lasted for a split second and he loved to see it. She would look at him, it would come forth, and he would literally miss it if he blinked. Her walls of ice instantly followed, surrounding and burying the warmness like it was the most precious secret ever to exist. It always made him a little sad when it vanished. However, after years of meeting her eyes with his own, he had gotten used to it. Occasionally, he would zone out and his eyes would glaze over as soon as he saw it, because he would try to dig deeper. Of course, it never worked. All he could imagine was a bright, swirling light that he couldn't help but be drawn to. To make it worse, Olivia would scowl at him for not listening or she would roll her eyes and give up. That would also make him sad, because he wouldn't intentionally ignore her. He tries his hardest to listen to what she says and understand any hidden meanings so he doesn't make her upset, and that's why he always listens to her nagging and when she's talking in German even though he can't understand her.

Finn looked away from her face, his own looking a little disturbed, and looked down at his hands. To keep his own attention, he started messing with his hands and fidgeting. He didn't feel like looking at Olivia anymore.

His concern for the bird left quickly because he figured the avian animal was probably dead before it landed. After all, they were at an airport. If a bird was falling out of the sky at full force, its feathers falling off as it fell; it probably meant it got hit by a plane.

Their attention was grabbed as the pilot's voice sounded over the intercom. It was just the basic thing, the pilot thanking them for choosing so-and-so airlines, describing the weather or saying if there's going to be any delays, safety precautions and what to do in case of an emergency, and finally, where they were going to land. "The flight to America will take about ten hours, so relax and enjoy the scenery. Our airline stewardesses will be around shortly to provide snacks and drinks."

Olivia trained her eyes on her unfortunate friend. "Finn, what did you do?" her voice sounded charming and sweet, but his eye twitched nonetheless. Olivia was never sweet. Plus, it was obvious in her voice that she was plotting his death. So, he just gave a tiny sigh and turned to her with an adorable, innocent smile. "Well, I wanted to visit America and try some of their food, so I figured, why not do it?" He looked up at her with his glittering, silvery eyes and boyish smile. He hoped he would be able to avoid the full force of her wrath, and the only way he really knew how to do that with her was to look cute. He forced himself to think about something a little dirty to force a blush to his face to make himself look even more adorable. He was actually a pretty good actor when he put his mind to it. He looked down at her hands on her lap. "Besides, I thought our sightseeing day in Japan was really fun, so I wanted to do it again…"

Olivia turned her back to him, her cheeks tinted pink, and looked out the window. There wasn't anything she could do about it anyway.

Finn stared at her for a few moments, waiting for her to decide to punish him verbally. After a minute, he got a little confused. She wasn't looking back at him or even saying anything. He knew his acting wasn't that good, so why was she behaving like this? He straightened up in his seat and shrugged, figuring that whatever was bothering her, she would get over it soon.

An hour passed of Finn occasionally trying and failing to strike up a conversation with Olivia, or at least get her attention. He plopped down in his seat and started to pout, crossing his arms over his chest and giving his biggest frown.

A woman a few seats in front of them pressed the button for assistance to ask for a pillow and a little alcohol. The stewardess came quickly, looking a little nervous but ready to do well at the same time. It must have been her first real on-the-job flight. She had distinct narrow eyes like most of the people on the crew. Her hair was a smooth black wave that reached her shoulders and rippled like a black ocean as she walked.

Her body was nothing to sneeze at either, Finn noticed as he observed. His eyes pretty much popped out of his skull when she walked by. Just as she walked, she looked like she was hula dancing and was extremely good at it. To him, it was just BAM. The stewardess turned and addressed the person who had called for her, and Finn got an eyeful of cleavage. Lucky for all the straight males, the uniforms were kind of revealing, and her curves were just… wow. He gripped his seat tightly. The stewardess moved around the passengers, attending to every person. Quite a few of the men were gawking, including Phineas. Eventually, she got to Olivia and Finn's seat. She gave a dazzling, kind smile and brightly asked them if she could get them anything, or could do anything to make their ride more comfortable. Finn tried to respond, but his brain was temporarily fried and he ended up failing at English. What came out was a garbled mess that sort of sounded like "Haaaahlr?" The stewardess just shook her head and smiled adorably, Finn himself realizing what he attempted to say. He blushed darkly and forced himself to look away. "Just a pillow, please," he said softly.

"Alright, and what would you like, Miss?" The stewardess asked, leaning forward a little bit and sticking out her bum. Clearly, she was referring to Olivia.

"Soda water, please." Her voice was unnervingly calm.

The stewardess nodded and moved to the back of the plane, gathering many of the things people asked for. She came back out and gave them their things. Many people asked for pillows, so she had to take two trips just to supply people with them. After about four trips, everyone was satisfied and had what they needed. Olivia had her soda and Finn had his pillow, which he had placed on his lap rather than behind his head. Olivia was taking the arm rests, and it felt a little awkward to him without something to rest his arms on other than himself.

Now comfortable, a wave of exhaustion suddenly washed over him. His eyelids drooped and his eyes turned a little cloudy. He yawned and leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes and shifting a little bit to get even more comfortable. Minutes later, he had fallen asleep and was snoring loudly. People seemed a little disturbed, so they just asked for sound-cancelling headphones. Luckily, the plane was in stock.

As he slept, his head slowly but progressively moved from its spot until it was resting upon Olivia's shoulder. His face was peaceful, but his mouth was open a little bit.

Olivia stiffened a little as she felt her male friend lean on her shoulder. She turned to yell at him, but suddenly realized he was snoring. Dang it, there was no way she could tell him to move now. He was too cute to mess with when he was asleep.

She sighed and turned back to the window and watched the ocean underneath her. She mentally smacked herself for how she had acted with Finn and the stewardess; it wasn't her fault that she was so pretty and could catch any man's eyes. It wasn't Finn's fault, either; he was an eighteen-year old boy who was friends with a stuck up prude. She really couldn't blame him for looking. She had no claim on him anyway, so she couldn't be upset with him; but she was and that was the problem.

She looked over at Finn and sighed; she couldn't help but be envious of him and anyone else that wasn't her. They all seemed so free and happy. It wasn't fair! Everyone else had loads of friends; all she had was Finn. Why couldn't she keep Finn to herself? Olivia sighed and stared out the window to try and sort out her thoughts.

Phineas was dreaming as he slept. His facial expression didn't change, but being reminded of his past would definitely change his attitude for a little bit.

The world was so big! Everything seemed so much brighter, so much more colorful. Beholding it was a very small but smart boy. His hair was unruly as always, and his grin was the same as ever. When he was a baby, his eyes were a shockingly light blue, but they darkened into a metallic blue, then a silvery blue, then straight into silver as he got older. His light, metallic blue eyes gazed upon everything and drew him to it. It wasn't his brain, but his eyes that were in control.

He toddled around, grabbing and touching things that looked interesting. They had just moved to Ireland, so he had to explore everything. Finn needed to be sure about his surroundings, and he wanted to do that, but his dad wouldn't let him. The adults would talk, but no sound would come out. The upper part of their face, above their nose, was shadowed over and everyone tended to look the same.

After they had finished unpacking, Phineas' dad made him come with him to meet the neighbors. At the time, Finn didn't mind the idea, but his dad talked a lot with the other adults and was taking forever. Finn eventually started playing in the grass and trying to catch bugs. His clumsiness finally got the better of him and he fell flat on his face in the grass, and he sat up with dirt and grass stains on his face and clothes. His father smiled and knelt down, wiping him off with a handkerchief. He told Finn to go find a girl named Olivia with blond hair that would be about his age and to introduce himself to her. He said it was his new friends' daughter. Finn couldn't actually understand his father in an auditory way, but somehow, he got the message.

Finn nodded and grinned, before getting up and dashing off. He ran around the house to try and find her as quickly as possible, though things often caught his attention and deterred him from his path.

Finally, he found her. He looked grimy and dirty, and a little sweaty, too. However, he had a giant grin and beaming expression. He was so happy! His mouth was open, his breathing a little hard because he had been running around. Finn ran up to her and extended his hand to her. "Hello, I'm Finn! My daddy and I just moved in. What's your name?"

Olivia looked up from the book she was reading and raised an eyebrow at him. She looked at him like he was a small speck of dust that had floated onto her eyelash and she could see it. The girl was only a few months younger than him, and was wearing a cute yellow dress with ribbons and things in her hair. Her parents had made her wear it. She was lounging on a deck chair reading a fourth-grade level book. "Hi," she responded in a bored way. She looked back at her book and started reading again.

Finn made a slightly confused face and put his hand back at his side. "So… whatcha reading?" he asked, moving beside her and hovering over her shoulder. She scowled at him and batted him away, saving her spot in the book before getting up. She started to walk inside. "I don't see how it's any of your business." This made Finn frown, but Dad had wanted him to make friends with her, so that's what he was going to do! Besides, she was probably just having a bad day. He remembered the last bad day he had, it was terrible. He had lost his teddy bear, but Dad had replaced it with a hippo. That hippo was awesome, and it totally cheered him up. It was just so goofy looking, it always made him giggle.

Remembering his hippo, he grinned and ran after Olivia. For half an hour, he tried to get on her good side. To her, he was a seriously irritating kid who just couldn't take a hint. She had made a mental note to avoid her new neighbors as much as possible from now on, and just hoped he wouldn't go to her school.

Eventually, they had gotten to the staircase. Olivia looked utterly fed up with this boy, but he couldn't see it. He asked if he could go down there and she nodded, and as he started to, she stuck her foot out in front of him. However, he stepped over her foot, slipped on the stair below that one, and thumped down the stairs. He didn't remember this part of the dream… when he landed on the floor, it was squishy and looked like pink clouds. He was sitting there, and he didn't feel hurt or anything, he lightly pressed on it and giggled. It was ridiculously plush! He started jumping around on the floor. Dream Olivia had vanished right after he landed, but that was alright. He was too busy at the moment, dreaming and having fun.

A jolt of the plane brought Olivia out her mind in time to be thrown into another unfortunate situation. The turbulence had caused Finn's head to slide off her shoulder; his face was now resting on her chest, particularly her breasts. The only saving grace was that Finn wasn't awake.

The problem now was to get him off with as much of her dignity intact as possible; i.e. get him off her without waking him. Slowly she reached her arms up and slowly lifted his head off her chest and back onto her shoulder.

Olivia quickly looked around and sighed, no one had seen her or Finn. She laid back in her seat and tried to calm her pink cheeks. His face had been there. Just thinking about it made her cheeks red. She turned away from Finn when she felt him stir.


(Two timeskip bars = big-as-Finn's-hippo's-fat-face timeskip)

Finn stood outside his dad's house grinning like a maniac. Home! HOME! He tossed his suitcases around and frolicked in the yard, eventually running around the side of the house and rolling down the emerald-green hill. He loudly cheered as he danced around. Right after he reached the bottom of the hill, he ran up to his house and unlocked the back door. He barged in and yelled "I'M HOME!" even though no one lived there except himself. He knew it, too. He ran through the house and grabbed his Hippo, who he had named Fatty so long ago. Fatty was a little ratty from rolling down so many hills with child-Finn. However, the boy still loved his favorite plushy. Maybe it wasn't at all like a guy, but other than Marco and his house, it was the only thing he had left to remember his father. Plus, it's not like he snuggled it when he was scared. He just ran around with it occasionally. He also slept with it, but he didn't hug it. He would just place it beside him and doze off.

Fatty was a hippo that had yarn hairs growing out of his nose, and looked ridiculously fat and wrinkly for a stuffed animal. (For a picture of Fatty, look at this - . )He also functioned as a puppet, and when he was really little, Finn would delight in putting on puppet shows for no one with his father. They didn't really have anyone else. Sure, Finn had childhood friends, but he only saw them at school.

Then, his father had blessed his son with the best decision ever. Deciding to move to Ireland, picking this large but quaint home instead of a much better one near the dig site; Finn loved his dad for it. If they hadn't, he would have never met Olivia, and he wouldn't know where he would be without her. Sure, he could have a group of friends and have a big job in a booming business, but he loved to travel and preferred being an independent mechanic. Besides, he wouldn't trade her for anything. She was absolutely his best friend, and it had been that way for years. She was someone who he respected and (literally)looked up to.

He also had a crush on her, which he was very conscious of, though he never wanted to tell her. Finn was unable to foresee a moment where it would even be appropriate, because he couldn't fathom her liking him back. To him, there was just no way. So, he just kept it to himself and continued on as he always did.

Phineas looked upon Fatty fondly with a sentimental smile on his face. He ran outside and grinned at Olivia. He had gotten most of the suitcases, but she had to pay the taxi. However, the utter happiness of being home and seeing his best friend home with him overtook him. He ran up to her and just tackled her with a hug. He loved to travel, but he loved this place a thousand times more, and he loved her a million times more than that. Sometimes, he just couldn't hold it in.

But he decided a quick hug was enough, so he unwrapped his arms from around her body and took a few steps back. He looked up at her and beamed. "Happy to be home?" he asked. He had Fatty clenched in his left hand, which hung at his side.

Unbeknownst to Finn, Olivia's face had turned a light pink when he hugged her. Damn him! Every time she thought she had herself under control, he loosened her right back up again. It was so frustrating! All she wanted to do was turn around and kiss him, but logic reminded her that she couldn't, because there was no way this wonderful person would ever like her back; she was lucky just to be friends with him.

She was slightly disappointed that the hug was so short. She turned and flashed a small smile at the house. "Yes, it is good to be home, even if the stay will be short."

"That'll be alright. We'll get another chance to be home after all this is over." He turned around and stuck his hands on his hips, looking around and grinning. He was just so happy to be home!

She looked at the house a moment more; the gray on the horizon made her smile a little. Good old Ireland. There were only three weather patterns: It was either raining, about to rain, or sunny because it had just finished raining. "Come on Finn, it's about rain, let's get inside."

The old house was something to behold. Most of it sat atop a large hill and the other half of it was being held up by wooden beams. It was a tribute to the old ways of engineering. The rooms were organized to go up and down like the flow of the house; surprisingly there were only two floors. The style was modern old world.

They had just gotten their stuff put way when the rain hit. Olivia grinned. She loved the rain. It was just so soothing and it helped to calm her. It was like the rain was washing way all the ick from the world.

Olivia walked over to her book shelf and pulled out her journal, then sat down on the bed. She began to write about that had happened while they were in Japan and America, and the plane ride home. She ended up filling three pages. A lot had happened, and writing it all down helped her sort it out. She didn't need to worry about Finn reading it; he had grown out of that habit.

When she was finished, she put it back on the shelf and looked out the window. The water was really coming down in sheets. She grinned as an idea struck her. She walked out to the living room. She knelt down and took off her shoes and socks. She looked over her shoulder to make sure Finn wasn't there. She slowly opened the door and ran into the yard.

She grinned as she turned her face up to the sky and let the rain wash over her. Olivia began to laugh and dance. Her long night gown whipped out as she spun and twirled and danced. It was so exhilarating to able to just let go. It was wonderful to be home!

While Olivia was letting herself go and dancing around, Finn had prepared himself some lunch. Just a sandwich about as big as the house they were in, two Oreos, and a glass of milk. He was sitting in the downstairs kitchen, which had been turned into his workspace. He had Fatty sitting beside him while he inspected Marco and repaired minor damages. That only took him about half an hour, but he had completely forgotten about his food.

While he ate, he got out his sketchpad which he had cleverly hidden under a pile of nasty clothes in a cabinet in the kitchen that he refused to wash despite Olivia's nagging. To be honest, he had outgrown all of those clothes. He just didn't wash them to keep Olivia away from them. After all, it was where he hid all the things he didn't want her to see. They used to be in his room, but Olivia made him move them because they started to stink.

He began drawing beyblade designs. Maybe that was Olivia's thing, but he liked to draw and he liked to look at beyblades. The weirder they were, the more he liked them. He also enjoyed drawing the bey spirits, but occasionally, he would get tired of sketching beyblades and would sketch things he's seen. He usually did that when he saw something amazing and wanted to make sure it was etched in, not stone, but paper; and with lead. Right now, he was just drawing a beyblade's outlines and parts.

Finn enjoyed the pounding of the rain on the sliding glass doors in front of him. It was white noise, and it just calmed him down. It helped him focus on the work he was doing. Sighing, he looked up. How much he enjoyed the rain was taking over his creative juices, but when he looked up, he saw something that he'd never forget. Olivia… was dancing in the rain.

Eyes wide, he dropped his sketch pad and moved from his chair to the door in a flash. He gripped Fatty tightly in his right hand and put his left hand on the glass. Seeing Olivia dance in the rain… that was one of the last things he expected her to do, but it was clearly her; no one in Ireland had hair like her.

However, he found himself blushing and growing a little excited. She was in a long nightgown, and it clung to her body. To add to his excitement, her gown was sort of transparent considering the rain. He had to deter himself somehow; this was a little too much for him. I mean, come on. He's an eighteen-year old virgin boy watching his crush, who's in a long nightgown, dance in the rain. Finn had to regain control somehow, so he grabbed his sketchpad and a chair. He sat right beside the door and waited for her to pick a pose that just looked carefree. The boy had to pick his favorite position that she took. Finally, he found one. Her legs held her up strongly but gracefully, and her arms were spread. The front of her body was to him, but her eyes were closed and her face was turned up and to the side. Her legs were crossed because she was in the middle of a spin, and her gown flew around her legs. Water flew off her body, and it was just perfect. Phineas got to work.

He quickly traced the outlines of her body, focusing as hard as he could to retain the image and capture it perfectly. He made sure to keep looking up. After all, if she caught him sketching her, that would cause a lot of problems for him.

Finn finally finished drawing her. The shading, lines, details, pose and everything else was just perfect. He blushed slightly, thinking that it was only so because she was perfect. He chuckled at himself for thinking such a cheesy line and got up. He closed his notebook and hid it in its spot, moving the chair back to where it was.

Phineas jogged upstairs and grabbed two glasses, one for him and one for her. He was tempted to make one for Fatty, just so he could have another, but decided not to. He made hot chocolate for the both of them and put a frozen pizza in the oven. He dug around, grabbed a water-resistant jacket and wrapped Fatty inside of it. After that, the short boy ran to her room. Before he opened it, he halted. He figured he had seen enough for one day, and going into her room was pushing it. So, he jogged back downstairs and got some of his clothes for her; particularly, pajamas. His pajamas would probably be more comfortable than her scratchy, girly ones anyway. He hoped she wouldn't mind, because he had something planned for them.

Finn grabbed the jacket Fatty was wrapped up in and jogged back downstairs. He opened the door and took a few steps out. "Think fast, Olivia!" he yelled, trying to get her attention. Phineas then chucked the Fatty-jacket at her, hoping she would catch it. "Come in, or you'll catch cold. Also, don't let Fatty get wet," he warned. In his voice, you could tell there would be consequences if she did otherwise. When it concerned Fatty, there usually was. He walked back in and shut the door.

Quickly, Finn ran upstairs and grabbed both of their glasses. Pajamas of his were set out for her downstairs already. He flew down the stairs and set her glass of hot chocolate next to the pajamas. He quickly grabbed a pencil and jotted down a few words on a small piece of paper, then stuck the on top of his pajamas. Grinning, Phineas moved into his room.

His room was navy blue with a black bed and electric blue pillows. One of his sheets was also neon blue, but it was hidden under a giant, fluffy black comforter. The fluffy rug in his room was just a regular blue, but wasn't very bold. His bed was king-sized and, when lying down or sitting on it, you faced a wide-screen TV that was hanging on the wall.

Finn smiled and took a small sip of his hot cocoa. What he had wanted was a movie night in his room, because it was the room that was most blocked off from noise or light from outside. Plus, it had a nice television and a big, soft-as-Fatty bed. He just hoped that Olivia would comply with his request.

"Think fast, Olivia!" Olivia twisted around out of her spin and looked over at the door. Her cheeks turned a bright red; Finn had seen her dancing, in the rain, in only her pajamas. She suddenly became very aware of the fact that her night gown was sticking to her skin. Olivia watched as Finn threw a large bundle at her.

Olivia reached up and caught it. It threw her off balance for a moment. She had forgotten how strong Finn had gotten. She brought the bundle down to her chest and unwrapped it. She was surprised to see Fatty staring up at her. "Come in, or you'll catch cold. Also, don't let Fatty get wet." She hastily pulled on the coat and tucked the raggedy hippo inside as she ran back into the house.

She shook her head, causing her hair to spray water all over the place. With her hair a little less drippy and water not in her eyes, Olivia spotted the bundle on the table along with steaming mug of hot chocolate.

A smile graced her face as she picked up the mug and took a sip. The warm liquid helped to fend off the cold from her wet cloths. She looked at the note on the bundle and nodded while drinking. She quickly unfolded the buddle, and was surprised to see it was a pair of Finn's pajamas. She gathered up the clothes and mug and proceeded to the bathroom. A hot shower was definitely in order.

She stepped out the shower. Now that she had warmed up, she was confident that she wouldn't get sick. She quickly dried off and pulled on Finn's pajamas; sure she could go to her room and get some of her own, but why would she? They were Finn's! They smelled like him, too.

She walked into her room and grabbed her slippers; it got cold in Finn's room. She had learned that from their last movie night. She walked downstairs and toward his room. She stopped at Finn's door and knocked, hoping he hadn't fallen asleep.

Finn had to wait for Olivia to finish her shower, and by then, he had finished off his hot cocoa. He had even gone back upstairs and gotten the pizza out of the oven. He liked supreme, and he bought it, so if she didn't like it, she could pick off the vegetables for him to eat. He got half, she got the other half, and it would be waiting for her upstairs when she got out of the shower. Now, the challenge was to not eat all of it before Olivia got out of the shower.

Once he got to his room, Finn had to dig through his pile of movies and movie boxes. He had to pick some they would both enjoy, and as always, Olivia was picky. However, he had two he knew she would like; Sherlock Holmes and Game of Shadows, the sequel. He grabbed Fatty out of the coat and went back into his room just as the water in the shower turned off. Good timing.

He set everything up and got settled in his bed, yanking his blankets up over his lap and sitting with his back and head against the headrest and pillows. He didn't have to wait very long for Olivia. She knocked, but he wasn't going to get up to let her in. Technically, she lived here, too. She just didn't sleep in his room, and had taken one of the bedrooms upstairs as her own.

"You don't have to knock, you know. It's not like I'd be doing anything weird," he said, loud enough so that she could hear him. When she opened the door, she would be greeted with a big Finn grin, who looked positively elated.

"Knowing you, I wouldn't be surprised if you were." Olivia countered as she walked in. She walked over to the bed and plopped down the bed. She was still feeling partially happy from her shower and the hot chocolate. "So what movies are we watching tonight?"

"Sherlock Holmes and Game of Shadows."

"Sounds fine with me, now what about food? I smelled pizza on my down here, please tell me it's not supreme."

"Yeah, it's supreme, it's upstairs in the kitchen. If you don't want the vegetables, you can pick them off and I'll eat them." For being so observant, she missed something pretty obvious. It was sitting on the counter, out in the open!

"Finn, we've had supreme the last three times we've had pizza." Her heterochromatic eyes glared at him.

"You can pick them off!" Finn huffed. Olivia reached over and smacked him in the face with one of his pillows. "Hey, watch the pizza!" he exclaimed.

"Next time, I'm buying the pizza." She got up and walked out to the kitchen to get her pizza, with the vegetables edited out. She walked back in with pizza and sat down next to Finn on the bed, as he started the movie and turned out the lights with his remote. He laid back on the head board next her, his shoulder touching hers.

It was almost like date! The happy part of her brain cheered. But it was as close as she was going to get, the logic part of her brain reminded. Finn wouldn't bother dating some like her. She was his friend and that was all she would ever be, and she should be grateful for that. On that pleasant thought, Olivia laid back and moved away from him so they weren't touching anymore and focused on the movie.

Finn was happy that she was sitting so close to him, so when she moved away so that they weren't touching, he was a little disappointed. He thought about it for a moment, and figured he could use his room getting chilly as an excuse if she asked. So, he scooted right back next to her. Now, their shoulders and hips were touching, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

Halfway through the first movie, Phineas had no more pizza. He tossed his plate in the trashcan beside his bed and sat there, just watching. Eventually, it made him feel like his arms were in an awkward position. Because of that, he was unable to focus on the movie for about five minutes. Eventually, he swallowed his better judgment and brought his right arm up. He draped it over Olivia's shoulders and lightly squeezed the one opposite of him. His heart was beating insanely fast, but he played it cool, and looked over and just smiled cutely at her. If she took his arm off of her, that would just reinforce his own logic. His logic screamed constantly not to do anything that would even hint that he liked her, and he was pushing it this time, but it was too hard to do nothing all the time.

Olivia's heart had skipped a beat when he had scooted closer. She could feel his body heat, warming her up. He was warm, really warm, and it felt so nice. About half way through Sherlock Holmes, she felt him move his arm and put it around her shoulder and squeeze it. For the moment she disregarded logic and leaned into him, soaking up his warmth. She breathed in; he smelt of burning phosphorous(matches) and new beyblades. It was just wonderful. She was very grateful that it was dark, because otherwise Finn would have been able to see her blush. With that thought she turned her attention back to the movie.

Finn's heart was beating so hard that it sounded to him like you could hear it from anywhere in the house. His face was fully red, so much so that you could tell he was blushing really hard even if you looked at him in this darkness. He knew it, too. Phineas really didn't want her to see him blushing, and in her position, if she glanced in his direction she would see it. Turning his face away would be a little odd, though; even for him. He just closed his eyes and sighed through his nose, forced himself to enjoy the moment because it would probably never happen again, and focused on the movie. However, he couldn't keep the smile off his face. He was still smiling when both movies were over, his smile faltered a little bit when she left his room, but it grew again when he tucked himself into bed. Heck, he was grinning like mad as he curled up with Fatty, who he was hugging tightly against his chest. The only reason for that, however, is because he was pretending it wasn't Fatty he was holding, but someone else.


"Special move; Hydro Slice!" Olivia called. The black top suddenly began a barrage of attacks from all sides. When the opposing bey was wobbly, so Olivia gave the order to finish it. With one final attack she sent the bey flying.

She stepped off the arena floor as the next match pair stepped up. She was mentally smacking herself. She had let herself get distracted remembering last night; this was not the time to be acting like a silly girl with a crush.

She sat down to calm herself and clear her mind. She started to run though how the rep matches were going to go down. There were three brackets. The winner of each bracket would become one the representative members of the Irish team. Currently she and Finn were dominating their brackets. She looked over at the third stage where a tall dark-haired boy their age had just finished obliterating another blader. Her money was on him being their third member.

The band on her wrist started beeping, letting her know that she was needed at her block's ring. Olivia sighed and walked over to her arena. She smirked and readied her bey. She had a bet with Finn. She bet him that she could finish before him and this was her last battle.

"Three," she started.

"Two," The boy responded, letting her know that he was ready as well.

"One," they said together.

"Let it rip!" With a hard pull she launched her bey. It streaked into the stadium in a black jet of light. The two beys circled around the stadium clockwise. Guin suddenly broke off from the circle and knocked the other bey out of the ring.

Done. She looked lover at Finn's arena, he was still battling. She grinned a bit, as she walked over and shouted. "Finn, I win! I get to mess with Marco, and no complaints!" She smirked as he suddenly finished off his opponent: he reached up and caught Marco as he came back to him.

"God dammit!" Finn swore. He stomped his foot. He had literally just finished off his opponent with his special move, Fruit Fang. He had a scowl on his face as he turned to look at Olivia. He started beating himself up, thinking he would have been able to win if he hadn't done this and that. Oh well, he wasn't too bothered by his loss. He just preferred that he was the one to win rather than her. Being showed up by his crush wasn't exactly great for his pride.

The pair turned to the large screen as D.J. appeared on screen. "Attention, thank you all for coming today. The bracket matches have been settled and now I can announce our representatives. The winner of our A block is Miss Olivia Ro and her beyblade Guin. The winner of B Block is Mr. Phineas Coalton and Marco. Our final representative is Alec Winters and Imiter! Thank you all for competing, and now let us wish our representatives the best of luck in bringing home the win for Ireland!"

Olivia looked at the picture of their third member. He had dark hair, dark mysterious eyes and seemed to give off a confident if not smug aura. He had a smirk plastered on his face, and it was one of those smirks guys get when they're checking out or hitting on a cute girl. She could see why some girls would consider him attractive. However, he wasn't exactly the kind of guy she was looking for; she preferred someone with a bit more fire.

When Phineas saw their third team member's face, he thought it was just a blader who hadn't met any really strong bladers, and that's the only reason he was winning. Of course, he wasn't establishing that as fact, the guy just gave off the impression; you know, proud or arrogant without a real reason to be.

The guy walked up to them with the same smug smirk on his face. He introduced himself and bowed slightly, shaking Phineas' hand. Finn introduced himself back. Alec grabbed Olivia's hand and gently held it for a moment, admiring her features before bringing it up to his face and tenderly pressing his lips against it. "I'm delighted to have such a beautiful lady such as you on my team," he cooed.

At that moment, Finn sort of flipped out a little. He really didn't know what to do, but his hands were clenching his pants. He felt like he wanted to just rip things apart and go crazy, because now he understood what this guy was about.

Phineas, upon reaching enlightenment about their new teammate, scowled. He had to hold in a growl, but his face looked utterly grotesque. Literally, the face of jealousy was his own. Now, just a kiss on the hand generally wouldn't be nearly enough to get such a reaction from him, but Finn had dealt with this guy's kind before. He was a guy, so he didn't receive the annoying treatment, but he still found it a little sickening.

However, to save face, Finn forced a smile that was probably the fakest looking one he had ever put on. His silver eyes glared daggers at Alec. An invisible green fire was consuming him, and he let it burn him up inside.

Alec noticed the daggers and let Olivia's hand go. He looked at Finn and gave a charming smile. "Oh, I apologize, but it seems your boyfriend was a little bit uncomfortable with me kissing his lady's hand. I'll try to remember that you two are a thing," he purred. Finn knew that Alec knew exactly how it was between he and Olivia, and it made him even madder that he teased him like that anyway. Finn just smiled fiercely. He was too angry to blush because of the comment. He and Alec just stood there, exchanging death glares.

Olivia's face looked at the two glaring at each other and threw her hands up in the air. If this was how they were going to be, they were never going to win. She reached over and yanked both of their ears. "Stop it you two." She pulled them close and leaned in so they could hear her. "We are Ireland's representatives to the world. Save your squabbling for when we're in private."

She turned them back to the crowd and waved. "Now shake hands and smile." She hissed to them, the cameras were broadcasting them for the whole of the stadium and Ireland to see.

Finn made no noise when his ear was pulled, but Alec yelped. Phineas no longer had the fake grin on his face, and instead, his entire expression had gone stone cold. Heck, he looked scarier than Olivia. Alec got a surprised look on his face for a moment but soon turned it into a scheming, grinning expression. Oh, this was going to be fun. Finn had his arms crossed over his chest while he glared. Alec's hands were shoved into his pockets, though he took out one and reached out with it. "May as well do as the lady says." Finn snarled loudly. Alec's eyes widened for a moment, but then he just chuckled. "Suit yourself." He stuck his hand back in his pocket and smiled at Finn. Short and feisty. I like it.